Someone leashes you.

While you're still grappling with the strange whirlwind of events that have happened to you since you stole that collar, you feel a hand gently brush your neck, and then a soft click of metal on metal, followed by a gentle tugging on the leather collar.

The young couple gape at the spectacle of someone clipping a leash to your collar and the guy grins knowingly and says "Oh man, this chick is wild. Babe, I wish you were into that BDSM stuff." which earns him another punch in the arm from his girlfriend, who drags him away.

You brace yourself for the wish to change your mind, but it doesn't. The leash protects you from any wishes made by anyone not holding the leash, after all. What a relief! But... who did it, and why? You don't know anyone at the mall, and even if you did, no one would recognize you in your newly feminized body.

Concerned, you turn to the person who leashed you, only to find...